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Took this shot of my 2003 Springer when the mothership visited- bike life makes me happy - camera life makes me happy
as he walks through the lattice of light and stone, his shadow unfolds like a second body — angular, quiet, uninvited. the grid beneath him holds no direction, only repetition. in this boxed geometry of street and solitude, presence is just a darker echo.
every year, in santa ponça, a town born of german footprints and mallorcan sunshine, there’s a christmas market. it sprawls on a parking lot beside the highway, where summer never truly leaves. the hofbräuhaus is dark, save for two sharp beams of sunlight slicing through the gloom. two women sit, half-lit, their drinks between them, while a man in a worn apron passes like a shadow.
christmas here feels out of place. the sun steals the magic; the shadows try to give it back.
shot with the voigtländer 50mm nokton vm asph. f/1. the exif data is wrong.
Donovan said "to be mellow is to be cool, to be laid back but it doesn't have to be with smoke. It can be through meditation'.
The yellow on the end of the rope with the remains of a geranium tangled in it caught my eye. It was all tangled in slime which I guess created the yellow.
but the strangest Christmas day ever - no family, no friends, no hugs, no kisses and a visit to the nursing home where I had to wear a full gown with full length sleeves and gloves, mask and shield ☹️
I thought Flickr fiends might be getting bored with my starling pics so I decided to be a little bit more creative... ..... and then I got carried away.
Post processed to the MAX
beneath the tilted no-parking sign, he walks as if boxed in by invisible limits. a hand to the head—maybe thought, maybe tension. the midday sun burns a path across his skin and the cracked white wall behind him offers no answers. just a command in red and blue: no left, no right.
she sat like a shadow stitched to the stone, hands folded over something unspeakable. behind her, a man with a red cap was eating in the half-light. between them, a wall — not of concrete, but silence. the graffiti said "tourist" and "no home", but the stillness said more. this was one of those streets in valencia where light speaks louder than voices.
There's a place for us,
somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air.
Wait for us somewhere.
As I walked home along the beach I came across this ornate chair with the complete lyrics of 'Somewhere' by Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim written word for word around it all. Surreal!
Every summer, we visit Cadzand-Bad, a peaceful beach town in southwestern Netherlands, making it a family tradition. While building sandcastles and playing chess with the grandchildren, I seek quiet moments to take photographs. This particular shot was captured at low tide when wind and water shaped these natural patterns in the sand. A striking sky above enhances the scene, creating a vivid contrast between tranquility and storminess that I enjoy capturing.
"Whew! Eating is messy business in crane world, especially if you are a little gosling like me learning the ropes of it. Mom and dad tirelessly dig out worms and other protein filled foods from the ground, bring them close to our bills and wait for us to grab and swallow them. It looks so easy when my sister pecks it from their bills, but here I haven't quite figured the process out yet. No worries though as our forever patient parents keep reoffering the same worm to me until I finally get a hold of it and yes, eat it up. Then we move to the next one."
- The Gosling ❤️-
A tiny silhouette, like a traveler atop a vast world, guided by a single glimmer. Was it the sunset it sought—or simply a moment of peace… just like us, sometimes?
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on a busy madrid afternoon, life paused on a bench. his head dipped forward, lost to a moment of rest, while she leaned in closer, tethered to the glow of her phone. they were together, yet apart—bound by time, habit, and the comfort of shared silence. the hum of the city went on around them, indifferent and distant. it was a simple scene, but the kind that lingers, a quiet testament to enduring companionship.
in the heart of new york’s oculus, light weaves through steel like a modern cathedral’s embrace. two figures, grounded yet small, walk in the space, dwarfed by the sweeping curves and sheer height above. they move in unison, caught in the rhythm of this architectural marvel, each step mirroring the structure’s vastness around them.
"Can you see the vole that was given to me? Pretty gross but our parents say it is highly nutritious to us birds and I should eat it. I don't understand too much about proteins, fats and minerals but I do want to grow strong for our long flight south this fall.
So, I took the vole and shook it violently from side to side as I saw my parents do to them, double making sure it was no more living. And then I tried to eat it. As it turned out I couldn't possibly swallow it whole, and my blunt bill wasn't much of a use to rip mouth size pieces out of it either. Even though I am a pretty big bird now I needed help with that. Dad was right there, watching and seeing my struggles...and he helped me. I heard someone say "but you're a goose, geese don't eat voles" ... I don't know what they are talking about."
- The Gosling ❤️-
……… I hope you dance - Lee Ann Womack
This is the newly revitalised Black Rock beach next to the western arm of the harbour wall. This section covers quite a small area but it doesn't look like there will be public access. Not sure how this early morning walker got on there,
"If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more stories."
- Albert Einstein, theoretical physicist
NB: The area has lots of huge marble stones as places for the children to sit and listen.
captured within the architectural marvel of the oculus at the world trade center complex in new york city, this image portrays a solitary figure silhouetted against the dramatic backdrop of calatrava's iconic design. the soaring steel ribs, reaching skyward like the wings of a bird, frame the scene, creating a powerful contrast between light and shadow. the interplay of geometric forms and the human element reflects the harmony of movement and structure, embodying both the resilience and elegance of modern urban life.
she walked like punctuation across the sentence of a shutter. her silhouette wrapped the sun like a warning. portolito above, silence below.
A casual portrait of Richard working as a street maintenance operative on Black Rock. He's stopping for his usual quick break in one of the arches. Like most of the other arches this one has recently been painted over by Graffiti Solutions in grey to cover the latest tagging. And life goes on....
Life on Black Rock www.flickr.com/photos/chris_marina/albums/72157712711804007
The rough sleepers on and around Black Rock usually pitch up in the arches so I was surprised to see a bright red tent set up in the open. There was also a black fleece and a Sony SRi lying on the path outside of this frame but the tent was empty and there was nobody to be seen.
I got lucky this evening as the starlings were perched on the masts with beautiful orange/peach clouds behind them.
...... as the sun rises from the bottom of the image the vivid orange begins to disappear and is replaced with a glaring white sunshine, not good for photography.
I loved the little starling at the other end.
"This here was not what I wanted to do! I much rather would have just foraged on a grassy field or swam in our pond but our parents decided to take us on an adventure. They were leading us very confidently and what is there for us kids to do other than tiptoe after them. No bird crossing signs, just people signs like "DEAD END" that didn't help me feel any better of this unwise morning walk."
- The Gosling ❤️-
in the midst of schiphol airport’s constant motion, a momentary stillness is captured in this scene. an empty chair sits alone, casting its shadow on the patterned wood of the café communal. next to it, the fleeting shadow of a hurried passenger who has no time to sit. this black and white photograph, taken in amsterdam’s bustling airport, beautifully contrasts the quiet anticipation of the empty chair with the ephemeral presence of a traveler in haste. the interplay of light and shadow adds depth to the image, highlighting the transient nature of travel and the brief moments of calm in busy public spaces.